I don’t know why, but I think the moon has been saying your name to me at night, because you stumble into my dreams more often than usual. — T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
Jim Morrison with model, Donna Mitchell, photographed by Alexis Waldeck, 1967.
(Source: babeimgonnaleaveu, via woman-unkind)
Cinnamon Swirled Banana Bread
Fog by Federico Ciati
We habitually erect a barrier called blame that keeps us from communicating genuinely with others, and we fortify it with our concepts of who’s right and who’s wrong. We do that with the people who are closest to us and we do it with political systems, with all kinds of things that we don’t like about our associates or our society.
It is a very common, ancient, well-perfected device for trying to feel better. Blame others….Blaming is a way to protect your heart, trying to protect what is soft and open and tender in yourself. Rather than own that pain, we scramble to find some comfortable ground. — Pema Chödrön (via observando)